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Sep. 12th, 2022 11:18 pmI know, I haven't updated in a little while. Nonetheless, DW has done its work in reminding me that six weeks ago (approximate) I found out a friend of mine had suddenly died, and considering the proximity and what's happened since it's not unreasonable for me to have bouts of anxiety, sleeplessness, and emotional exhaustion.
What's happened since? Well, the boy and I both have surgeries scheduled for the next couple of months. One each. My cat Maggie, on the anniversary of her close bonded friend Michelle-kitty's death, decided that drinking regularly was for other cats and ended up in the kitty ER over Labor Day Weekend. We did get her back, though there were a couple of nights we wondered if we'd see her again. They let us say "see you later" (I still refuse to say it was goodbye) before we left her there, after we'd got her checked in, which I appreciated when I thought she was dying and still appreciate, really. But she's better now, her insulin dosage is adjusted and we have a follow-up checkup to make sure she's still doing well. And then, heh, over the weekend I found out a ... friend? Friendly acquaintance? A mutual on Twitter with whom I'd had many conversations, and obviously we knew a bit about each other's lives, he was a comics artist. I say was because he's dead now, too. Abruptly died in his sleep.
So. I'm feeling a little bruised about the brainpan. And I thought I'd had enough time between Events that I'd had time to recuperate, but I guess not.
Have I stopped mini painting since then? I don't think so, but I have stopped a bit, I need to pick it back up again. It's good for me, and I have a huge backlog of things I want to paint, it's just been Hard these last few weeks.
In the meantime I've also been nesting. Since I was pulling out of savings to deal with vet bills and upcoming surgery anyway I pulled a little extra and got some flatpack shelves for books (narrow shelves, so less of a sagging shelf problem) and DVDs/Blu-Rays (much lighter, no sagging problem there), a KVM box so I can also hook up my old computer. I finally got out and set up my portable workstation, which helped when I was at the Emergency Vet's for hours waiting for them to do their thing and decide on a care plan. My keyboard is RGB glowy, my headphones are RGB glowy, I really enjoy it. I've started really cleaning up my office. Drano'd the office sink, which had gotten a bit clogged with cat hair and dirt from knocking over plants. Swept. Scrubbed. Tossed a whole bunch of crap and moved a whole bunch more crap from when I was practically living in here two years ago.
I'm pretty sure the whole nesting and cleaning and entrenching thing is because of the last six weeks worth of death and worry, but ... it's working, I guess? It looks better. It makes me feel better, and I can find stuff easier.
I just want things to calm down. Really, really want things to calm down. I want to go, not weeks, but months with the most exciting thing happening being a new show drops, or a new season of a show. Or I get to do a fun site at work. Or I paint a mini and it comes off really good. That's all the excitement I want in my life right now. Can that happen, universe? Can we do that?
What's happened since? Well, the boy and I both have surgeries scheduled for the next couple of months. One each. My cat Maggie, on the anniversary of her close bonded friend Michelle-kitty's death, decided that drinking regularly was for other cats and ended up in the kitty ER over Labor Day Weekend. We did get her back, though there were a couple of nights we wondered if we'd see her again. They let us say "see you later" (I still refuse to say it was goodbye) before we left her there, after we'd got her checked in, which I appreciated when I thought she was dying and still appreciate, really. But she's better now, her insulin dosage is adjusted and we have a follow-up checkup to make sure she's still doing well. And then, heh, over the weekend I found out a ... friend? Friendly acquaintance? A mutual on Twitter with whom I'd had many conversations, and obviously we knew a bit about each other's lives, he was a comics artist. I say was because he's dead now, too. Abruptly died in his sleep.
So. I'm feeling a little bruised about the brainpan. And I thought I'd had enough time between Events that I'd had time to recuperate, but I guess not.
Have I stopped mini painting since then? I don't think so, but I have stopped a bit, I need to pick it back up again. It's good for me, and I have a huge backlog of things I want to paint, it's just been Hard these last few weeks.
In the meantime I've also been nesting. Since I was pulling out of savings to deal with vet bills and upcoming surgery anyway I pulled a little extra and got some flatpack shelves for books (narrow shelves, so less of a sagging shelf problem) and DVDs/Blu-Rays (much lighter, no sagging problem there), a KVM box so I can also hook up my old computer. I finally got out and set up my portable workstation, which helped when I was at the Emergency Vet's for hours waiting for them to do their thing and decide on a care plan. My keyboard is RGB glowy, my headphones are RGB glowy, I really enjoy it. I've started really cleaning up my office. Drano'd the office sink, which had gotten a bit clogged with cat hair and dirt from knocking over plants. Swept. Scrubbed. Tossed a whole bunch of crap and moved a whole bunch more crap from when I was practically living in here two years ago.
I'm pretty sure the whole nesting and cleaning and entrenching thing is because of the last six weeks worth of death and worry, but ... it's working, I guess? It looks better. It makes me feel better, and I can find stuff easier.
I just want things to calm down. Really, really want things to calm down. I want to go, not weeks, but months with the most exciting thing happening being a new show drops, or a new season of a show. Or I get to do a fun site at work. Or I paint a mini and it comes off really good. That's all the excitement I want in my life right now. Can that happen, universe? Can we do that?